She guides you through crowd to the halter she made
The serpents surround thee reveal desolation
All the humans you've known… now they wait for thy death
Thee cry to Nemesis thy beg for compassion
She daunts thee with words of sweet wisdom she spoke
The rope tied around thee reveals dissolution
While those who surround thee ignite thy amok
Thee hopelessly glance into her profound eyes and
Her eyes scorch thy sight till thee shimmer of pain
Thee shout words of blasphemy, try to arise but
A beam strikes thy tong and thee fall once again
Thee approach the halter and glance at the sunrise
Assumed it's the last dawn that you'll ever see
Abruptly an old man appears from the ashes
He quietly asks of repentance of thee
"I'm brought here" thee speak "but nobody does listen"
"I'm tortured and anguish fulfills my thin veins
Composure surrounds me, can't see what my sins are
Why face I Nemesis, the goddess of pain?"
The old man stands silent, perceives thy confession
And when thee finish speaking the truth he unfolds
"Distresses me, young man, thee still have learned nothing
Of reward that thee get when Nemesis is called"
"Nemesis was woken by prayers of those hurt souls
Those humans thee hurt through the time of thy life
They cried for revenge and Nemesis had heard them
The throe that thee spread's executing thee now"
"But I do disagree!" Thee un-patiently whisper
"I never have hurt any soul in my life!"
The old man just grins, and looks straight into thy eyes
When thee slowly move thy gloomy sight to the ground
"All those hearts that thee broke when you barely was knowing
All those lives that thee took, all those souls thee deceived
They are one, are against thee, with cold wind they're blowing
To punish the sinner, the cause for their grief"…
"And this ain't Nemesis who's killing thee slowly
Nor remnants of all those whom thee once have subdued
It's thy conscience who's thee executing by knowing
And concealing thy sins, claiming they are all gone"
Thee quietly listen to words of his wisdom
Thee freeze like a stream that faced cold winter nights
No longer thee fight with Nemesis nor do with the geezer
No longer thee fights for remnants of thy life
